That One Kiss

𝟕 . 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

The darkness was suffocating, the air thick with the stench of decay and neglect. Isleen's eyes strained to adjust, but the faint light from the corner only seemed to mock her, casting eerie shadows on the walls. She struggled against the ropes that bound her to the chair, her wrists and ankles burning with friction. Sahar, still unconscious, slumped forward, her head lolling to one side.

Isleen's breath came in short gasps, her chest constricting as panic set in. She began to choke, her throat constricting as fear overwhelmed her. The ropes seemed to tighten, cutting off her air supply. She thrashed about, desperate to free herself, but the restraints only seemed to dig deeper into her skin. Sahar stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and Isleen's gaze locked onto hers, a silent scream for help.

❝ Where are we, Sahar? ❞ Isleen stammered, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide with fear. Sahar's gaze was cloudy, her eyes struggling to focus, but as she took in their surroundings, her expression hardened into a determined look.

❝ I don't know, ❞ she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of fear and resolve,  ❝ But we need to get out of here.❞ She tugged at the ropes, her wrists raw and red, but they held fast.

Isleen's eyes welled up with tears, her body shaking with sobs.  ❝ We have to escape, ❞ Sahar repeated, her voice firmer now, her eyes locked onto Isleen's.

❝ We can't give up. ❞ But as they struggled against their restraints, the sound of footsteps echoed outside, growing louder, and the girls' hearts sank with a sense of foreboding.

The door creaked open, and a towering figure loomed in the doorway, his imposing physique and chiseled features radiating an aura of menace. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the room, settling on the two girls bound to the chairs. A sneer twisted his lips as he stepped forward, a gun held casually in his hand, his finger resting on the trigger.

The weapon seemed to gleam in the dim light, its presence casting a sinister shadow on the wall. Isleen's heart raced faster, her breath catching in her throat as Sahar's eyes locked onto the gun, her face set in a determined expression. The man's gaze lingered on them, his eyes lingering on their helpless forms, before he spoke in a low, gravelly voice, ❝ Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a couple of Little whores ❞

❝ Who the hell are you? ❞ Sahar screams again, her voice echoing off the walls as she struggles against the ropes. The man's chuckle grows louder, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. ❝ You both are sold to me by a stranger,❞ he sneers, his voice dripping with triumph.

  ❝ You're my property now. And I'll do with you as I please ❞ Isleen's eyes widen in horror as the man's words sink in. ❝ Sold? ❞ she whispers, her voice trembling. ❝ What do you mean? ❞ The man's smile grows wider, his eyes glinting with cruelty.

❝ My dear. You are Sold to the highest bidder. And I'm the one who owns you now. ❞ Sahar's eyes flash with anger, her face set in a fierce determination.  ❝ We'll never be yours ❞ She spits out, her voice venomous. ❝ We'll never be owned.❞ The man's laughter grows louder, his gun still trained on them, his eyes burning with a ruthless intensity.

❝ Leave us alone, you coward! ❞ Sahar screams, her voice bold and defiant, despite the fear that grips her heart. But her bravery is met with a cruel response. The man's hand flashes out, striking her across the face with a resounding slap. Sahar's head jerks back, her eyes wide with shock and pain, as Isleen's eyes fill with tears of horror.

❝ You dare to defy me? ❞ the man growls, his face twisted in anger. ❝  You'll learn to obey me, or suffer the consequences. ❞ Sahar's face burns with a red handprint, her eyes blazing with a fierce hatred.